Time flows forward, onward, and further on.
He felt some pressure—as if he were currently seated in the Eight Sceneries Palace, with a position both high and infinite,
otherwise, pursuing cause and effect across such an endless expanse of time, that pressure might have crushed him to death!
But even with the infinite high position to share the burden, Zhang Fusheng still felt everything in the world becoming heavier and heavier...
Just as he was approaching his limit of endurance.
Zhang Fusheng saw it.
It was a hand, a jade-like hand, lightly placing elder Jinchi into the Nine-Ring Scepter,
and the owner of that hand was initially blurry, yet gradually becoming clear and clearer,
until fully revealed before Zhang Fusheng's eyes.
A... middle-aged man?
A middle-aged man draped in a magnificent Emperor's Robe, crowned with a Twelve-Streamer Crown, sitting in immeasurable palatial halls.
Zhang Fusheng saw him.
He lifted his head and looked towards Zhang Fusheng.
Who is this?
